Role

Chapter 15

Mistrirn... the stains painted by your machinations color me and others of
the light in such a false hue, and how powerless I feel to thwart you. For
now, you are slowed, but I know you withdraw by choice. You stirred dissent
and discredit within the Fortress, and how readily the Provost and Justiciar
played along, but before your acts grew too brazen, just like that, you
decide to "behave." But your work is done. And again your work for the dark
god Morius will return.

You would have us all believe you are so simple, but from afar, the
accumulated incidents reveal quite the obvious plan. Lies about Sylvus. Lies
about Gukao. Lies about Poce. Warrants that baited Karnix, Lorihya, Xaevyir,
Reynellan and so many others into wrath and more crime. I am grateful that
Tiaramus hesitates to promote you, perhaps my whispers about you won me that
solace, but he does not hear my greater warnings. Surely he think me biased,
not as impartial as I've ever been certain to be, but misperception is ever
more powerful than veiled reality. How cleverly you've painted me, Mistrirn.

And while I am grateful that my sermon, and Captain Coqui's and Prophet
Bazz's pleas, brought a cease to the Provost's talks of war, another burden
builds within me.

My headaches grow more frequent. I am cold, I am hot. I am tired... and
always thirsty. But if they know I am sick, if they see any sign of weak-
ness, how correspondingly weakened will my voice become within the Spire?

I must find a way to figure out what is happening to me... but I also must
figure out a way to see you removed from the Spire.